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explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like “male”, “female”, “nonbinary”, “masculine”, “feminine” or “androgynous”.

go!

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Meant to do some writing this weekend, but it is officially too hot to do porn....

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Waking up to six hot anime guys singing happy Birthday to me was one of the more surrieal moments of today thus far.

Sylus still can't sing for shit....but by god i'd voluntarily go deaf...

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I am literally shaking right now, both with anger and the fact that I'm not great with confrontation.

I agreed to emergency pup sit my neighbours Dandi Dinmont terrier (weird look breed, kinda like a long teddy bear) Sweetest fricking pup you could imagine, has grown up with wee children so she has that very good temperament you expect from a well trained dog who is used to being gentle.

Just took her out for a walk, and on the way back, a group of teenage girls (14 - 16 at a guess) were sitting in front of the foyer door to my flat. They had that 'we're not gonna move' glare about them, so I just politely asked "Excuse me ladies, can I just pop past you?" and they did that sort of grudging lean that's complying but not really.

Ignoring it, I just go past them and the door doesn't even close before I hear....

"Your dog just bit me!"

Now. I hate confrontation, I have anxiety up the wazoo and normally I would have just ignored it, because I know Peeka wouldn't bite a damn fly. But I got one look at those entitled sneering faces and I kinda...got mad.

I promptly answered that the dog did NOT bite her. Cue threats, insults and more threats of calling the police and telling her mum. I got halfway up the stairs and I lost it again.

I asked her to show me the bite, she mumbled an excuse. I asked her to call her mother then so that I may talk to her.

Cue "It was just a joke!" as it begins to settle in that I'm not letting this go, and she starts to look REALLY nervous.

I informed her what false claims could do, not to an owner, but to a dog (to be fair I know that most animal services here would be smarter than to just take her word but I wanted to impress the importance) Not once did I shout, despite being clearly angry.

Then karma landed a boot on her backside when a car pulled up outside the flats and all three girls looked at it nervously. It was her mum. I proceeded to tell the story to her mum, who took one look at Peeka's derpy face and wagging corkscrew tail, then looked at her daughter and...well, I suspect someone is getting a talking to.

Sorry had to vent to stop my hands shaking. I fucking HATE confrontation, but while I suck at defending myself, nobody makes up shit about the pupper!!

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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance]

Chapter 53; Open door. Open heart.

Oooo this one was fun and feisty to write!!

Chapter can be found Here

“Actually, depending on how tonight goes, I might not have a choice. Are you sure I’m going to be welcome there?”

It hadn’t occurred to her that this would be a concern for the man, which went a long way to showing how distracted she’d been the last week. Rugan clearly saw this line of thinking starting up in her head and rolled his eyes before she could find a way to feel guilty about that too. It was hard not to give into the compulsive need to shoulder blame for something , she’d been doing it for so long now, it was almost a comfort. 

Ren forced herself to relax, and rolled her own eyes back at him, “Rugan, it’s a ship full of scoundrels who hunt treasure, kill monsters and knock off every other day with several kegs of brandy on deck. I feel confident you will fit in nicely. Now go.”

For just a second, the arm braced against the door tensed as the Zhent looked around the sanctuary, “You sure about this?”

“I’ll either be back in a day or two, or locked up in the dungeons, either way, I suspect I’m safe…more or less.”

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I laugh at stupid stuff and don't care.

I don't often quote myself, if at all, but I'm keeping the one that just occurred while myself and a fellow writer were boosting each others egos after a hard week. I had to return to finishing chapter 53 of TDYD and this gem came up:

"Now shoo. Mama has to go make everyone have sympathy for the devil!"

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Come join me for Mayhem!

Come join me as I navigate my way through the outlast Escalation mode. Blood gore, and a whole lot of T&A plus me swearing a lot...so nobody invite their parents!

Yes its short notice, mostly because i never have a stream schedule, but all are welcome to join! (Starting in about 20 minutes)

Helps if i dont forget to post the frikken CHANNEL LINK!

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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance]

Chapter 52: Moving On

So, I'm not gonna lie folks. Karma came and bit me on the ass when I made myself cry while writing this one.

So now I'm going to make it everybody else's problem!

Chapter 52 can be found Here

She was dimly aware of the metal grinding of the library's doors as they passed through them, hearing the rustle of distraught pages that seemed to reflect her desperation to flee from every painful thought in her head. As she passed, leather bindings seemed to creak in sympathy, while a compendium upon the Sirens of the western seas sang a faint lament that stung almost as hard as the tears she was holding back. Fingers threaded through hers, her hand being lifted to the shelves behind which her sanctuary lay.

For a moment, she almost considered fighting him on it, but his patient look merely told her he would stand here long after his arms had turned to lead while carrying her. In the end the oncoming storm of emotion decided for her, because if she were to truly break, then she would do so in private. The shelf swung outward, and closed behind them again as he took them through the mirror. 

She was set on unsteady feet, still clinging to the last walls that hadn’t yet crumbled, just a mere collection of mental blocks that were already unstable. When fingers began to work at the ties of her robes she struggled again, misunderstanding as she pushed and slapped at his hands, forgetting how only moments ago she had regretted hurting him. After managing to close both of her hands in one of his, the drow cupped one side of her face gently.

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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance]

Chapter 52: Moving On

So, I'm not gonna lie folks. Karma came and bit me on the ass when I made myself cry while writing this one.

So now I'm going to make it everybody else's problem!

Chapter 52 can be found Here

She was dimly aware of the metal grinding of the library's doors as they passed through them, hearing the rustle of distraught pages that seemed to reflect her desperation to flee from every painful thought in her head. As she passed, leather bindings seemed to creak in sympathy, while a compendium upon the Sirens of the western seas sang a faint lament that stung almost as hard as the tears she was holding back. Fingers threaded through hers, her hand being lifted to the shelves behind which her sanctuary lay.

For a moment, she almost considered fighting him on it, but his patient look merely told her he would stand here long after his arms had turned to lead while carrying her. In the end the oncoming storm of emotion decided for her, because if she were to truly break, then she would do so in private. The shelf swung outward, and closed behind them again as he took them through the mirror. 

She was set on unsteady feet, still clinging to the last walls that hadn’t yet crumbled, just a mere collection of mental blocks that were already unstable. When fingers began to work at the ties of her robes she struggled again, misunderstanding as she pushed and slapped at his hands, forgetting how only moments ago she had regretted hurting him. After managing to close both of her hands in one of his, the drow cupped one side of her face gently.

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Yeah yeah, just call me the fuck out while im having a chill saturday!

how do you do, fellow Creatives™

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Periodic rent-lowering-gunshots:

Fiction is not reality.

You can enjoy things in fiction that would be awful in the real world. Like playing a murderhobo in a game! In the real world, being or supporting a murderer-thief would be pretty damn awful, while in the game it's just good fun. Same with anything else you choose to do with the pixels on the screen, like kinks that don't affect anyone real, so they're okay in fiction, but would be pretty damn bad in real life.

No one else is responsible for your online experience. They are required not to harass you, but they are not and never will be obligated to not post about ships, kinks, or tropes you dislike just to avoid you seeing them. It's up to you to blacklist words or phrases, block tags, or even block users as needed to avoid seeing content that upsets you.

No one can force you to read anything against your consent. Any content you don't like seeing can be instantly avoided by closing out of the offending post/fic.

You are not owed an online experience free of discomfort.

Nothing that happens in your imagination can ever make you a bad person. Words you write or read about fictional characters will never make you a bad person.

The claim that media consumption influences real-life behavior is intellectually dishonest and serves only to excuse the behavior of real offenders.

Fiction is a safe way to explore horrifying or confusing concepts. Therapists agree that fiction, even (or especially) about taboo topics is a good coping mechanism, especially, but not exclusively, for trauma survivors. Fiction is to adults what play therapy is to children. This doesn't stop being true if the work in question is of a sexual nature.

Sex isn't an inherently worse or better motivation than anything else. A work written to create feelings of arousal isn't dirty, shameful, or in any way less pure than works written to entertain, provoke moral questions, or for other reasons. And worth noting is that multiple purposes can exist in the same story, especially fanfiction.

You aren't entitled to an explanation for why someone reads, writes, or otherwise enjoys certain works, kinks, tropes, ships, etc.

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Pen shits herself playing Visage

For those of you who might wish to watch me stress myself out and scare the crap out of myself revisiting this old game that i never finished, i shall be playing in about 10 - 15 minutes on twitch.

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Dear gods those eyes are dangerous!

"Ah, my favorite future client..."

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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance]

Chapter 51: Understanding Ren

A lot of feels to be had about this chapter!

I apologise for my sporadic upload schedule, but you all know by now that I'm working on my next book already and that i have to prioritise like an adult lol

Chapter 51 can be found here

Though her thoughts and feelings had become immovable blocks of stone that helped build the walls around her, her dreams were not so kind. There wasn’t a single logical explanation that would allow her subconscious to shrug off the guilt she felt alongside the pain of grief. She was tortured in the midst of her own rest, visited by skewed versions of the events in the shadowlands, and the nightmarish images of her former friend returned, corrupted and enraged. Just as she had woken to find her pillow stained with tears, she now woke to find the sheets drenched in sweat.

This went on for two days, until a summons from the Duke landed on her desk. She should have expected it, and normally would have been well prepared in advance, but she could only stare blankly at the missive when Percival delivered it to her. She supposed without Astarion controlling him, the Duke had awoken fully to find things in strange disarray, and that was pretty much the case when she answered the summons.

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tomorrow comes

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The Devil You Don't [Dark Romance]

Chapter 50: How We Say Goodbye

I'm not going to leave too much preamble, but i will say that this was a hard chapter to write....

Chapter 50 can be found here

Lady Underwood laughed, and now her smile fell into a more genuinely pitying expression, “They can’t help themselves. They don’t dare oppose you and risk the secrets I hold, and the house will always call to them. Sometimes it's like watching a man drown himself by repeatedly stepping into the same waters.”

Ren arched a brow at her tone, “You sound as if you almost feel sorry for them.”

Lady Underwood shrugged, “I’m in the unique position of understanding what young noble men are taught when they are most impressionable. I almost do feel sorry for some of them. Not that each and every one of them isn’t a bastard in his own way, and I remind myself of that every time I take their money.”

Ren couldn’t help but laugh along with her here, but it soon tapered off as her expression sobered and she looked at the elegant woman sitting next to her. 

“I didn’t mean to turn you into some sort of attack dog, or put you in harm's way.”

Those green eyes narrowed with a shrewd look, “Didn’t you?” she asked gently.